Chuck Bass Novels & Stories

I actually see a few shotguns lined up. "Welcome to my base," Chuck says, spreading out his arms. "Don't take anything or I will kill you."

“But you can only touch us with your fingers ... nothing else! Got it?” Chuck, to be fair, wasn’t quite all there at that moment. Four naked breasts were like some drug. Call it Marijuana. When two naked pussies were added to that, along with the knowledge that he got to play with those two naked pussies, it was more like mainlining heroin. He didn’t collapse and die, though. Sex isn’t a deadly drug. Not at his age. Which is how Chuck ended up with the middle finger of his left hand hooked in Matilda’s pussy, and the middle finger of his right hand hooked in Betty’s pussy, while both young women bucked and groaned, naked, on either side of him.

“We got something we need you to do,” Chuck, in a lot of ways, reminded me of Cameron. He was hotheaded, loud, and a show-off. To be honest, he wasn't that good of a football player either. But you’d still want him in your team because at least he’d harass other people and not you.

"Little jumpy there." "I hate sudden loud noises." "Well then I guess I know where you daughter gets it" Chuck said with a gwaff Mackayla shot him a look. Chuck was an okay looking man a little fluffy at 5' 10" 200 lbs., he had gray blonde hair and soft blue eyes.

He reviled, “Play this yourself, bastard!” Hurl snatches the lighter from his pocket and tosses it on the floor with alcohol on it, consuming the beast. He yells as it flees, “Better believe it, flees, little b*tch! I know what liquor suggests a flavor like from the floor! Try not to meddle with a lush and someone who is addicted!” Before long, Chuck strolls carelessly, getting down on names, “Rica! Luke! Respond to me! Where in the world would you say you are?!”

With no one left to turn to, Chuck drowned his sorrows in alcohol, drinking himself into a stupor day after day. His father, Russell Bassett, had finally reached his breaking point. When Chuck landed in the hospital after yet another binge, Russell put his foot down. "You've done nothing but throw your life away for six months. The company's stock is crashing, and the business is in shambles. If you keep this up, I won't think twice about cutting you off. You'll lose your inheritance." Chuck looked up. "So, who gets Bassett Group instead? That bastard son of yours?"

“You joined the chess club and you're volunteering for the press club. I think that's enough extra curricular activities for one boy.” “But, Mom!” Chuck continued to whine, “ I wanna play basketball as well. I'm really good at it.” He said, fiddling with the strap of his backpack. Shira shared an exasperating look with her mother and sipped at her glass of juice, smiling. “Chucky, we've talked about this…” Mrs Williams was saying slowly but was interrupted. “Chuck?” Shira called. He had suddenly slumped to the ground. “Chuck? Come on, get up, it's not funny.” She said to Chuck’s slumped figure on the floor but he wasn't moving